Until March 4th the BSG exhibition will be at Seattle's, Experience Music Project!!!!! They have a full size Viper Mark 7 AND Mark 5 AND a Cylon raider. Will Jaime Barber be there in person...well, no. And mores the pity. BUT, they will have enough pure Battlestar goodness to sustain my geeky self for a good long while. Perhaps this will shed light on the so-horrible-I'm-Just going-to-pretend-it-didn't-happen-ending??? Also, I defiantly thought that tickets to EMP were a lot more than FIFTEEN DOLLARS! Fifteen dollars to see my beloved BSG in the flesh? Frak, Frak YES!!
I will now proceed to re-watch the entire series in preparation for my visit. No comments are needed on how cool this makes me.
I have just re-discovered...myself. And reading...myself, made me laugh, so I've decided to continue blogging. At least on sporadic days when the mood strikes me or I have too much free time at work. While not mutually exclusive these things do generally coincide. Also, my spelling when not writing frequently goes straight to the toilet. Observe my spelling grievances at quiz night Monday:
"Selena, there's no E on the end of point."
"Selena, did you just spell fear, f-e-r-e??".
Er, yes? You still got the word out so that works, right? So in an effort to not revert to second grade, a place in my life when I was the only one who could decipher my writing, I am going to write every day. At least a little bit. And you, my readers (of which there are very few or none) can bear (of which I do not mean the fuzzy kind, but the kind in which you grudgingly stick with me except I can't remember how to spell the word) with me on the spelling and grammar.